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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.