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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.