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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
AZ,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.