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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.