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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.