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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Sound,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.