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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pierre Henry 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.