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 Angola 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.