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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Cymande,
10cc,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.