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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.