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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.