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 Norway 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Names,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.