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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Q65,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.