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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.