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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.