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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.