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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.