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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.