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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.