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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.