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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.