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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.