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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.