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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.