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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.