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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.