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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.