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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.