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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.