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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.