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 France and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.