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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.