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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.