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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.