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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.