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 Norway 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.