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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.