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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Move,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.