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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.