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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
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.