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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.