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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.