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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.