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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.