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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Faust,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.