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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Organ,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.