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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Smog,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.