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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
the Swans,
DNA,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.