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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Faust,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.