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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.