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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.