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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.