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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.