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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.