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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
ABC,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.