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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.