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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Gories,
10cc,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.