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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.