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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.