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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.