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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.