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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.