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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Little Man,
Franke,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.