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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.