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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.