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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Japan,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.