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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.