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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Slave,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.