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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.