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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.