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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.