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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.