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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.