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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Magma 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 electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.