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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.