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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.