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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Smog,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.