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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.