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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.