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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.