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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.