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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.