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 Brazil and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.