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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Faust,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Nico,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.