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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.