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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.