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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.