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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.