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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.