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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.