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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.