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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.