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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.