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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.