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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.