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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.