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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.