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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.