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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.