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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.