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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.