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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.