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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
cv313,
PIL,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.