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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.