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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.