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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.