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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.