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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.