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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.