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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Ronan 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.