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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.