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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.