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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.