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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.