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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.