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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.