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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.