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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.