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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Skarface,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.