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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.