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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.