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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.