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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.