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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.