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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.