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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.