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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.