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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.