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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.