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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.