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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Motions to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.