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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.