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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.