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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.