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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Audionom,
Index,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.