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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.