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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.