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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.