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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.