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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.