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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.