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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Nas,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.