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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.