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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.