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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.