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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Visage,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.