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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.