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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.