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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.