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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Liliput,
PIL,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.