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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Television,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.