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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.