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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.