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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.