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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.