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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.