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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.