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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.