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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.