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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.