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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.