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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.