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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.