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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.