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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.