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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.