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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.