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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.