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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Index,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.