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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.