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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Television to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.