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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
John Holt,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.