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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.