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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.