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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.