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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.