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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.