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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.