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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
PIL,
Index,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.