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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
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.