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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.