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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.