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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.