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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Litter,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.