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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.