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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.