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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.