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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.