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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.