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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.