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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.