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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.