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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.