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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.