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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.