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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
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.