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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.