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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.