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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.