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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.