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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Human League,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Echospace,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Gong,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.