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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
This Heat,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.