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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.