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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.