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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.