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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.