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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.