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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Nas,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.