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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Kinks to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.