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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Scion,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.