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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Technova,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.