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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Lalann,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.