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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.