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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.