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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.