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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.