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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.