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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.