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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.