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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.