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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.