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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Names,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.