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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.