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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.