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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Hashim,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.