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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.