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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.