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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.