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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.