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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.