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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.