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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.