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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.