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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.