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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.