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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.