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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.