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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Move,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.