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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.