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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.