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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.