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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Cure,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.