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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.