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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.