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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Can,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.