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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.