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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.