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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.