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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.