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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.