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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.