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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.