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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.