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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.