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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.