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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.