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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish 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 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.