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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.