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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.