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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.