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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.