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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.