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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.