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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
New Order,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.