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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.