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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.