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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Faust,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Can,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.