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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.