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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.