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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Technova,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.