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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.