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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.