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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Wire,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.