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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.