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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.