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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.