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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.