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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.