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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.