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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.