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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.