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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.