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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.