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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.