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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.