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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.