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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.