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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Television,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.