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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.