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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Unwound,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.