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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.