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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.