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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.