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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Television,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.