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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.