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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.