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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.