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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.