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 Benin and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.