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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.