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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Moebius,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.