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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.