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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.