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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.