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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.