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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.