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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
The Residents,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.