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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.