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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Sound,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.