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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.