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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.