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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.