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 Albania and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Names,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.