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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.