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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.