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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.