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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.