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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.