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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.