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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.