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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.