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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.