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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.