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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.