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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.