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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.