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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.