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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.