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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.