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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.