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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.