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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.