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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.