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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.