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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.