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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.