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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Technova to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.