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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.