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 Sudan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.