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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.