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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
JFA,
Wire,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.