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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.