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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.