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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.