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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.