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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.