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 Germany 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.