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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.