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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.