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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.