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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.