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 Egypt 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.