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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Magazine 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Television,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.