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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.