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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Pylon,
AZ,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.