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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.