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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.