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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.