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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.