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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.