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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.