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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.