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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.