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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.