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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.