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 Korea North and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.