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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.