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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Q65,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.