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 Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.