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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Television,
Kas Product,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.