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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Can,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.