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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Darondo,
New Order,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.