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 Jordan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.