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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.