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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.