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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Neu!,
Visage,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.