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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.