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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.