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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.