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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.