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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.