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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.