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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
The Index,
The Saints,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.