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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.