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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Can,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.