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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.