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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.