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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.