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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.