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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
a-ha,
Pylon,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
AZ,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.