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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.