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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.