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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.