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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.