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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.