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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.