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 Belgium 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.