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 India and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.