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 Armenia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.