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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Swans,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.