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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.