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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.