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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
X-101,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.