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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.