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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Symarip,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Index,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.