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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.