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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.