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 Germany 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.