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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.