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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.