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 South Africa and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.