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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.