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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.