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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.