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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.