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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.