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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.