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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
10cc,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.