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 Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.