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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.