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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.