Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MDC. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.