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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.