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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Index,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.