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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.