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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.