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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.