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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Cluster 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Ten City,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.