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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.