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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.