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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.