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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.