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 New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fear,
Brick,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
New Order,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.