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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.