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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Magma,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.