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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.