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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.