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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
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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.