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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.