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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.