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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.