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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.