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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.