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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.