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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Slave,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.