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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.