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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.