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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.