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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.