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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Magma,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.