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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.