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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.