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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Can,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.