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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.