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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.