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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
CMW,
Audionom,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.