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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.