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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.