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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.