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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.