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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.