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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Index,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Unwound,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.