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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.