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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.