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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.