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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.