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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.