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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.