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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.