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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.