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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.