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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.