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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.