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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.