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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.