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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.