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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Beijing.
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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.