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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.