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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.