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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.