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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.