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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.