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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.