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 Norway and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.