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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.