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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.