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 Nepal 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.