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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.