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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Can,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.