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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.