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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.