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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.