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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.