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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.