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 Laos and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Scion to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Wings,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.