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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Can,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Smog,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.