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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.