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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Index,
DNA,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.