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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.