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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.