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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.