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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.