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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Japan,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.