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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.