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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.