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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.