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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.