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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.