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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.