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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.