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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.