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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Main Source,
Quantec,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.